That was a ridiculously good time. (I have to clarify an above statement, though -- I, ahem, didn't spin, although I don't know if I should be proud or ashamed of that fact...)
I didn't get any driving shots, but I took a few in the paddock:
Jim experiments with some new, um, wheel weights:
At the end of the first day, for some reason we all sat under a very, very low tent.
Chris Martin gives his best sexy look in front of my car:
Arriving to the track in the early Sunday morning light:
This is Todd. He is our special friend. He drives a 944.
Dave's pipes were getting too hot, so Charlie dropped by and affixed the catalytic converter shield from his Civic.
The beginning of the ride home.
